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L'Arpege's Iconic Hot Cold Egg. House made bread.

L'Arpege's Iconic Hot Cold Egg. House made bread.

Musée de l'Armée, The Sculptor, and the Best Lunch of My Life.

February 14, 2018 by Troy Colbert

Musée de l'Armée -- All Things Military 

Napoleon's Tomb - Musée de l'Armée.

Napoleon's Tomb - Musée de l'Armée.

The Army Museum contains military weapons, uniforms, and artifacts highlighting French military conflicts. As a history major and a student of European history I was excited about seeing this impressive venue. 

It has six major areas. I concentrated on a couple of them. The Contemporary Department that concentrates on the period between 1871-1945 and the Dome des Invalides -- where Napoleon's Tomb is located. 

It's possible to spend several hours here to get a full picture. In all honesty looking at a lot of different cannons and medieval armor really isn't my thing. I did find the displays of uniforms and artifacts, not just from France, but from allies and foes alike, fascinating. 

Les Invalides
Les Invalides
Chapel -- Musée de l'Armée
Chapel -- Musée de l'Armée
Dome interior
Dome interior
Tomb of Marshal Ferdinand Foch
Tomb of Marshal Ferdinand Foch
US Flag from WWI
US Flag from WWI
Nazi Uniform
Nazi Uniform
Gen. George Patton's Goggles
Gen. George Patton's Goggles
WWII Uniforms
WWII Uniforms

The Dome des Invalides is beautiful. It houses the Dome Church and the tombs of Napoleon I, French War Hero Ferdinand Foch -- Supreme Allied Commander in WWI,  as well as dozens of other French War Heroes. It is modeled after St. Peter's Basilica in Rome. 

I thoroughly enjoyed the few hours I spent at the Army Museum. The displays and movies -- especially the section on the holocaust and the death camps -- are very moving. 


Rodin Museum -- Looking Inside the Mind of a Genius

The Age of Bronze. Rodin Museum. Paris. Picture taken by Trover

The Age of Bronze. Rodin Museum. Paris. Picture taken by Trover

“In a career that spanned the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, Auguste Rodin (French, 1840–1917) was deeply inspired by tradition yet rebelled against its idealized forms, introducing innovative practices that paved the way for modern sculpture. He believed that art should be true to nature, a philosophy that shaped his attitudes to models and materials.

Although Rodin was not educated at the École des Beaux-Arts in Paris, the prestigious school for the training of French artists, his focus on the human form and use of various materials such as bronze, marble, plaster, and clay, illustrate his respect for sculptural tradition and his desire to work within the system for commissions and exhibition opportunities. The hallmarks of Rodin’s style—his affinity for the partial figure, his focus on formal qualities and relationships rather than on narrative structure, and his desire to retain the marks of the sculptural process on his finished works—were revolutionary in his time.”
— http://www.rodinmuseum.org

To say I am an art expert is laughable. To say I am an art aficionado is stretching things. The best way to describe my relationship with art is, "I know what I like". I like the work of Auguste Rodin. I like Rodin because he redefined what "sculpture" meant. His works were mocked and ridiculed by the experts and yet, when we look back today we realize his ideas about the human form were revolutionary. Many of the works he did were left unfinished by design. He came from a working-class background and you can see see the reverence he has for people striving in an everyday world. 

L'Homme au Nez Cassé (1865). Rodin Museum. 

L'Homme au Nez Cassé (1865). Rodin Museum. 

L'Homme au Nez Cassé (1865). Rodin Museum. Shown from Behind to Highlight the Missing Portion. 

L'Homme au Nez Cassé (1865). Rodin Museum. Shown from Behind to Highlight the Missing Portion. 

The museum itself is housed in his former residence. You could spend hours here looking at the various sculptures, sketches, paintings, and models. I enjoyed wandering through the main house and the gardens. One of the things I love most about travel is being able to put into perspective things you've seen pictures of or heard about your entire life. 

The "Thinker" -- Rodin Museum. 

The "Thinker" -- Rodin Museum. 

Most people will immediately say "The Thinker" when asked about their knowledge of Rodin. I admit to doing the same. There is no doubt that Rodin's work "Le Penseur" is universally known. Yes, the figure in the statue is contemplating, but the figure is muscular and rough, not the type generally thought to be a "thinker". It's again the genius of Rodin making the viewer themself re-think their idea of intelligence. 

The Burghers of Calais statue in garden of Rodin Museum

The Burghers of Calais statue in garden of Rodin Museum

I was also captured by the painstaking detail and passion in his work "The Burghers of Calais". Commissioned by the city of Calais in 1884 to commemorate an occurrence during the Hundred Years War between France and England (use the Google machine to look it up if you're interested.) Again what is so striking is that these subjects are not canonized -- although they were heroic -- they are shown with all their flaws. They are literally sculpted larger than life, but they are so...human. I was surprised at how much this piece moved me.

The Gates of Hell. Rodin Museum. 

The Gates of Hell. Rodin Museum. 

"The Gates of Hell" is another of Rodin's huge masterpieces displayed in the museum's gardens. Commissioned in 1880, Rodin worked on this piece until his death in 1917. Depicting a scene from Dante's Inferno, you can see Dante perched atop the gates looking over his characters. The piece depicts figures from the classic work. Again, the detail is amazing. Walking up to it you get a sense of the time and effort Rodin put into this. I could have spent the better part of an hour just looking at the individual figures in their varying degrees of pain and suffering. 

I wasn't able to get to the Rodin Museum in 2006 but I am so glad I made time on this trip. His work is so inspiring and so modern, but with a foot firmly placed in the classical style. Definitely a highlight.    


L'Arpege. Photo Courtesy of FoodTalkCentral. www.foodtalkcentral.com

L'Arpege. Photo Courtesy of FoodTalkCentral. www.foodtalkcentral.com

L'Arpege -- My Lunch with Chef Alain Passard

They say you never forget your first time. In this instance, Chef Alain Passard's iconic restaurant L'Arpege is my first. My first three-starred Michelin restaurant. Michelin determines that a restaurant is worthy of their coveted trois étoiles if it has, "exceptional cuisine that is worth a special journey". I assume flying over an ocean qualifies as a special journey. 

As soon as I booked my trip I knew I would be dining at L'Arpege. I had seen Chef Alain Passard, his restaurant, and his farms on an episode of Chef's Table:France and I was stunned. Here was a Chef who had achieved the ultimate, three Michelin stars, serving primarily roasted meats. Then all at once he took meat completely off the menu and served nothing but vegetables. The press, critics, and many of his long-time customers were aghast. Surely there would be no way he would keep his stars serving vegetables! Keep them he did, and now, with seafood and some poultry back on the menu, he is enjoying his 22nd consecutive year of the honor.

Chef Passard grows all the vegetables for L'Arpege at one of three farms he maintains outside Paris. Each farm has a unique terroir, so the same vegetable grown at the three locations will have a different taste and character. 

I knew I was going to eat in some wonderful places on my trip to Paris, but something about the story, and the way the food looked, and Chef Passard himself, made this my destination meal. I would not be disappointed.

I had done my homework on L'Arpege before I arrived in Paris. I had spoken with my friends Lisa and Matthias who have been several times and got some dishes to ask for. I was prepared. Or so I thought. 

I've been to a two-star Michelin restaurant -- The Clove Club in London. It was fantastic. The food was amazing and the service was as well. I wondered what would be different at L'Arpege to elevate it to the tree-star level. I didn't wonder for long.

As soon as you enter everything starts. I went to the host stand and gave my name and at that moment it was like no one else existed for the staff -- even though the restaurant was full and bustling. I was shown to my table, given my menu, and asked my preference for water and any pre-lunch apéritif I might like. I had already decided on the Gardener's Lunch tasting menu and I knew there would be several glasses of wine involved so I declined the apéritif. 

My thoughts on wine are the same as my thoughts on art. I know what I like. However, I had decided to just go with the suggestions from the sommelier. I was doing wine by the glass so I could try several things. Because the menu is mainly vegetables I expected more whites, but I ended up with a lovely combination of reds and whites. 

Again, I was doing the Gardener's Lunch tasting menu. The menu itself simply said, "This morning, the gardens have blessed us with a pallet of flavors...let yourself be guided by the Chef's improvisation and experience a sensory stroll." I was putting myself in the hands of Chef Passard and his culinary team. I did have a couple of specific dishes based on the recommendations of friends. I knew I wanted Ravioles des Legumes, Onion Gratin, and, because they are in season, scallops. 

The first two dishes come one right after another. The first is an amuse bouche of small tarts filled with beet, carrot, and spinach purees. Each one is a tiny flavor bomb. Every table gets these and I realize that this dish has been made en masse meaning it could have been a complete throwaway but it wasn't. I also realize that if this is how the meal is starting, I'm in for something special. 

I need to mention that there is a real intimidation factor for me here. I don't want to do something wrong or say something wrong or heaven forbid, use the wrong utensil. This quickly dissipates as the dining room staff is completely warm and welcoming. They move around the dining room effortlessly. No one has an "assigned" table. Every table is a guest of the house and are treated accordingly. 

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Next dish is the famous Hot-Cold Egg. A coddled egg with sherry vinegar, spices and maple syrup. I have no idea why this works, it just does. The depth of flavor, the contrast of temperatures, the sweet versus acidic notes from the maple syrup and vinegar. It's wonderful. I sit back and contemplate the thought process behind this dish. It's not the last time I'll be contemplative about this meal.  


Ravioles de Legumes

Ravioles de Legumes

When Chef Passard envisioned his all vegetable menu, I have to believe this next dish is what was in his mind. Ravioles de Legumes is a simple dish of three ravioli, each filled with a different vegetable, in a broth. My ravioli were filled with spinach, beet, and winter squash. Each one was so flavorful, so individualistic. Each vegetable was allowed to shine. The broth on the day I was there was celery based. I wasn't sure what to expect. The danger of cooking with celery is that it's such a strong flavor it can overwhelm everything else in a dish. The depth of flavor in the broth was earth-shattering. I simply could not believe how good this was. On its own the broth would have been one of the best things I had in Paris. When I took a bite of ravioli and broth together it was insane. Everything worked together perfectly. Truly remarkable. This is what I was hoping for when I booked my table. 


Gratin d'onions au parmesan

Gratin d'onions au parmesan

The next course was the onion gratin. Onions and parmesan cheese perfectly cooked under the broiler. I'm not sure if this is how it was supposed to be eaten but I slathered it on the dark, house made bread. it was heaven. 

I'm figuring out why L'Arpege has had three Michelin stars for so long. Everything they do is purposeful. Every dish has been thought through and the ingredients are so good that something as simple as an onion gratin gets elevated to something truly special. It's not that this dish couldn't be done really well at another restaurant. It's that this dish, with these ingredients, is as important to Chef Passard and his kitchen staff as anything on the menu. It separates good from great and great from exceptional.


The courses kept coming, perfectly timed. There was a gorgeous vegetable sushi -- sushi rice with vinegar, mustard, and a slice of beetroot. A pumpkin soup with a savory whipped cream served tableside. A scallop mousse in a seafood foam that blew me away. 

Vegetable Sushi with Beetroot
Vegetable Sushi with Beetroot
Pumpkin Soup with Savory Whipped Cream
Pumpkin Soup with Savory Whipped Cream
Scallop Mousse with Foam
Scallop Mousse with Foam

There was dish of grilled lettuce, beet puree, and green onions in a savory sauce; and beet tartare -- topped with an "egg" of creme fraiche with a gelee "yolk", beetroot leaves, butter lettuce, and parsnip chips that was whimsical and delicious. 

Grilled Lettuce with Beet Puree & Green Onions
Grilled Lettuce with Beet Puree & Green Onions
Beet Tartare
Beet Tartare

Chef Passard is known for roasting poultry and the bird served the day I was there was capon. I was given the breast with roasted carrots and beets, and whipped potato. Then a dish of Dover sole that made me rethink how fish could be prepared and taste. After that sweet, whole scallops in a velouté and topped with purple radish that nearly brought me to tears.

Roasted Capon with Vegetables
Roasted Capon with Vegetables
Dover Sole
Dover Sole
Scallops in Velouté wit Purple Radish
Scallops in Velouté wit Purple Radish

I had been dining for nearly three hours by this point. During that time I had seen Chef Passard coming through the dining room, greeting guests -- some very casually, some more formally, but he made a point to spend time with each table. I could tell there were tables with people he knew very well. He would sit down and have an intimate conversation. Or lean in and share a joke. He was always moving, but never seemed in a rush. Then he would disappear back into the kitchen. 

In between the beet tartare and the Dover Sole courses he stopped at my table. Here is where staff is so important. They had told him I was American. He came up and in English asked how my meal was. I told him I was having the experience of a lifetime and he beamed down at me. "I love my restaurant. I think making food with these kind of ingredients makes me the happiest." I assured him that I would remember this meal for a very long time. Then I asked If we could take a picture. "Of course!". He came around to my side of the table and...

Me and My New BFF Chef Alain Passard. 

Later when I looked at the picture (and saw I should have taken my damn glasses off) I realized that he was being slightly cheeky. It made me like him even more. 


I had placed my order for the dessert soufflé earlier in the meal and was very excited to try it. Of course this being L'Arpege, there couldn't just be ONE dessert. 

First there was a dessert board with small elephant ears, tuilles, house made caramels, and a chocolate/hazelnut bar. I tried every one and they were all amazing. Next came a mocha flavored floating island in a milk caramel sauce that would have been a perfect ending to any meal served anywhere. 

The soufflé came and it was as good as I'd hoped. Light and delicious. This WAS the perfect end to my meal. I think. To be honest I was in in the throes of a food coma at this point. I know it was delicious. 

Dessert Board
Dessert Board
Mocha Floating Island in Milk Caramel Sauce
Mocha Floating Island in Milk Caramel Sauce
Soufflé
Soufflé

At last it was time for the meal to end. As I was leaving Chef Passard, who was sitting at another table, got up and came over to me. He gave me a huge hug and said, "Thank you so much for coming today. I hope you come back and see me again!" It was very special.

I was having a difficult time processing what I had experienced. It would be several hours before I could. I ended up cancelling my dinner at another highly rated restaurant. Mainly because I was ridiculously full, but also because it would have been hard to enjoy after such an experience. 


All in all, my first full day in Paris was a complete triumph. I had a day that completely overloaded my senses. I had my first three-star Michelin experience (hopefully not my last), saw world famous art, and got the answer to the question, "Who is buried in Napoleon's tomb?" My trip was off to a screaming hot start. I couldn't wait to see what came next.

February 14, 2018 /Troy Colbert
Paris, Rodin, Napoleon, Vegetables, L'Arpege, Scallops, Capon, michelin, Sculpture, Museum, Three-Stars, Travel, Foodie, Food
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Wall Mural Outside Le Centre Pompidou, Le Marais. 

Wall Mural Outside Le Centre Pompidou, Le Marais. 

The Neighborhood, THAT Sandwich, and All the Truffles.

A Confederacy of Lunches
February 10, 2018 by Troy Colbert

While seeing all the major sites in a city like Paris is admirable goal, you can get so caught up in things you "have to do" that you forget to stop, look around, and realize that you are in one of the great cities of the world. That city is home to over two million people who call Paris their home (I'm jealous of every single one of them by the way). Those people live in neighborhoods throughout the city called "arrondissements". There are 20 arrondissements in the city, starting with the 1st -- where the Louvre is -- and spiraling around like a snail shell out to the 20th. 

Le Marais spreads over parts of the 3rd and 4th arrondissements on the right bank of the Seine River. Locals hang out in the Marais. It's home to the Jewish quarter, the Place des Vosges, the Picasso Museum, and the National Archives. It's where Jim Morrison lived and ultimately died. I fell in love with Le Marais when I was in Paris twelve years ago and my love has only grown stronger since.

Statue of Louis XIII, Place des Voges
Statue of Louis XIII, Place des Voges
Un Chat du Marais
Un Chat du Marais
July Column w/ Liberty Statue, Place de la Bastille
July Column w/ Liberty Statue, Place de la Bastille
Produce Stall, Marche des Enfants Rouges, Le Marais
Produce Stall, Marche des Enfants Rouges, Le Marais

Le Marais, THAT sandwich, and all the truffles.

I arrived in Paris, got settled in to my temporary home, and set out to immerse myself in Le Marais. What I love about Le Marais, and ultimately Paris, is that you can walk pretty much everywhere. The streets in many areas meander, and because space is at such a premium you never know when or where you'll find a cool shop, a quaint cafe, a green space that's perfect for a break, a bit of architecture that blows you away, or a restaurant that everyone says you have to try.

 

Miznon -- 22 Rue Ecouffes. Le Marais. 

I was on a particular mission my first afternoon in Paris. I was going to grab lunch at Miznon. Friends who have eaten there raved about the place. It's Israeli food with a French attitude.

The first thing I notice when I walk up is the line. It stretches halfway down the block. People are standing in a cold mist, talking to the folks next them, looking at their phones. No one seems to mind. I get in line and nod hello to the lady next to me. She greets me with a friendly "Bon jour!" I reply the same way and ask if she speaks English. She does and I ask if she's been here before. "Oh yes. At least once a week, sometimes more. Everything is good. Make sure you try the vegetables." I know I've chosen wisely. 

I make my way inside. It's much steamier than outside. The space itself is small. Counter with a dozen seats and the prep and cooking areas behind it. A couple of small tables, one large communal table. What I also notice is the music. A steady stream of old school, west coast hip hop is thumping through the speakers. The place is full of families and as far as I can tell no one has a problem with the music or the language. I fall a little more in love with both Miznon and Paris.

I slowly but surely make my way to the counter to order. The menu is in French but between my pidgin French and the helpful dude behind the counter I order the sausage sandwich and the roasted head of cauliflower. 

Sausage Sandwich -- Miznon
Sausage Sandwich -- Miznon
Roasted Cauliflower -- Miznon
Roasted Cauliflower -- Miznon

The sandwich is amazing. It's smoky and succulent. The hummus is creamy and a perfect compliment. The bread is spectacular. It's unlike any pita I've ever had. It's light and fluffy and much more flavorful than what I've experienced before. I ask if they make it themselves and I'm told that it's flown in from Israel par baked and they finish it in the store. It's remarkable.

The cauliflower is something else entirely. An entire head of cauliflower roasted with only olive oil and salt. The vegetables in Europe taste better than vegetables here. Anthony Bourdain says it's all the dead Romans in the soil. I can't prove him wrong. With only salt, olive oil, and heat it's sweet and savory and all together wonderful. Yes, I ate the entire head of cauliflower. It was all I could do not to order another one.

Miznon was a perfect start to my Paris culinary adventure. They just opened a store in New York at the Chelsea Market. I'm planning a trip because of it. I'm totally serious.


Frenchie Wine Bar -- 6 Rue du Nil, Paris.

 
Frenchie Wine Bar

Frenchie Wine Bar

One of the downsides of the new wave of high quality, more sensibly priced restaurants is that it can be difficult getting a table -- even for one person. I tried unsuccessfully to score a reservation at hot spot Frenchie but it was a no go.

One of the cool things about this new wave of restaurants is their lack of pretension. Because these smaller places have a lower overhead, several of them have opened a satellite place very close by. To that end, across the narrow street/alley from Frenchie is Frenchie Wine Bar. Here you can get a scaled down version of the menu at the main restaurant, and you don't need a reservation. 

I showed up at the appropriate time and scored a table right away. Luckily for me it was right next to the kitchen and I could watch the three-man team work their magic. I love experiences like this. 

The Kitchen at Frenchie Wine Bar. It's tiny!

The Kitchen at Frenchie Wine Bar. It's tiny!

The menu might have been a scaled down version of the main restaurant but it was by no means uninspired. Chef Greg Marchand and his culinary team put together a menu that would impress anywhere. 

Frenchie Wine Bar Menu

Frenchie Wine Bar Menu

I chose to go with the Roasted Brussels sprouts and parmesan aioli as a first course. I have learned to love Brussels sprouts, especially roasted. The roasting process sweetens them and takes a lot of the funkiness out of them. These were then covered, and I mean COVERED, with a thick layer of parmesan cheese. The salty cheese was the perfect counterpoint to the sweet, slightly charred sprouts. Simple and delicious. 

The reason seasonal, farm-to-table cooking is so popular is because people appreciate eating dishes made with ingredients that are at the peak of their flavor. Summer gives you beautiful tomatoes, spring vegetables are always tender and sweet. January is black truffle season. This is a good thing. There are two dishes on the menu that feature black truffles. Violet artichokes, gnocchi, lardo, and black truffles and fresh tagliatelle with black truffles. I order them both because when am I going to get the opportunity to eat truffles like this again any time soon?

Brussels Sprouts with Parmesan Aioli
Brussels Sprouts with Parmesan Aioli
Violet Artichokes, Gnocchi, Lardo, Black Truffles
Violet Artichokes, Gnocchi, Lardo, Black Truffles
Fresh Tagliatelle with Black Truffles
Fresh Tagliatelle with Black Truffles

The dish of tender artichokes, pillowy gnocchi, accentuated with the earthy black truffles was inspired. It just worked on every level. 

The tagliatelle with truffles was just over the top decadence. I'm glad this was a small plate because a full plate would have been entirely too much for one person. The homemade pasta was perfectly chewy, the sauce was creamy and rich, and it was covered in black truffles. It was one of the most intense, delicious plates of pasta I've had in years, probably ever.

With a fabulous wine list, wonderful food, and service that is completely attentive but not overbearing, Frenchie Wine Bar is a place where I felt completely at home. It was a great reminder that sometimes the alternate plan is not a negative thing.  


My first day in Paris saw me reacquaint myself with the Marais and have two completely different but equally delicious meals. Not bad for a start. 

Next: The Army Museum, the Sculptor, and the Best Lunch of My Life. 

 


  

 

February 10, 2018 /Troy Colbert
Paris, Travel, Food, Foodie, Marais, Sandwich, Vegetables, Truffles, Bastille, Place des Voges
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